/dr/ - Dreams

It was a waking dream, the sort where the room is apparent to me but I'm dreaming. A mixture of the real with the imagination projecting.

My head was straining like a bad headache, being crushed and my heart was seizing too. I was calling out to my parents in the other room, throwing things at their wall trying to wake them. It's a common dream since I was young, something bad is happening and I'm trying to call for help but I can't wake up and despite screaming nobody comes. I'm trapped in the dream.

But this time my parents came, my mother was angry with me and my father had gone crazy. Eventually they left my bedroom and I locked the door.

Next dad is trying to break the door down after I'd locked it. I was holding it fast by holding the handle while he took apart the lock and the screws fell onto the floor my side. The door began bending inwards from the struggle with light breaking through the gaps.

The dream slowed, disappeared into the night mist and I woke up into the same room dark, none of these things having happened.

Maybe I was experiencing a real pain as I slept which created the dream, if so then if I die in my sleep maybe I can expect a nightmare before my last breath. I hope not.

https://youtu.be/bJULMOw69EI

>>363
Sounds like a stress dream.

I often have headaches/feel like I'm high in my dreams. It kind of hurts

Interesting

>>325
You know what you must do.

>>325
>frozen head

Ted? Walt? When will you come save us from the ZOG?

>>325
>she says, 'North'

fugging kek

If you have a dream, make sure you record it somewhere.

>>324
Write down what you can remember as soon as you wake up. Be sure to write it with a pen or pencil instead of electronically.

Like they said, you gotta keep a dream journal. Even if you remember nothing, get your journal out and write that down. Even if you just remember a feeling or one image, write that down.

Over time your entries will get longer and longer until they could easily fill pages. By then you'll have excellent dream recall.

This also makes it much easier to get into lucid dreaming.

>>348
It was just some business, sorry about that

- no problem

off he goes with it sucked in his briefcase

- see you next time!

- bye!

>>243
Are you beyond being able to talk to this guy again?

I hate when you have dreams about friends/lovers that aren't accessible anymore because it's all you end up thinking about the next day.

>>243
I keep having similar dreams aswell with a friend who this got aquward with once I started hanging out with other people. We don't talk anymore and even eye contact seems strenuous. But I have dreams where we talk and hangout and it's a good time.

haha i love daniel johnston

>>244
Naw.
I've tried calling him but it goes to voicemail after a few rings and there's no followup. I saw him a few months ago, he waived but didn't respond to any text i sent him the next day.
That wrecked me for a good month.

>>257
I feel like a lot of times our dreams capture our regrets and worries. You'll make new friends annon but you just have to savor the memory and move on.

>>267

I don't want to repeat the conversation with the voice. Seems too personal.

It started course of events and imaginations.

I have a chart (pic not related but to give an impression). The chart has numbers and circles, gobbledigook words of months,

Pillar of Severity
Pillar of Mildness
Pillar of Mercy

I meditated on it a little. I wonder if this chart is re-written with a significance for our times now? Is this chart past down?

My Father said something to me a few days latter I have never heard in my life.
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>>268
>>269

Bringing about spring is more than a season or even a year, maybe ten years or one hundred. Or different in different places.

Holding hands and hoping for things, changing bits of minds.

Leaving things behind like seeds, that will go dormant, be found and start you up again.

>>268
Would you mind telling us what your father said?

>>278
It's the future we chose

>>279
It's that you, Zeta?

OP here, last night I dreamt about a mass shooting. For some reason I dont consider these nightmares. Its like Im seeing a reflection of the general political climate on the planet right now. I should be disturbed by them but an observant apathy is probably for the best, I couldnt handle it otherwisr.

>>238
nah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gk_gIOSHviA

>>222
No not in all of them. Prolly 25-30% of them. I'm a gun enthusiast and own sevral guns too so that could have something to do with it.

Honestly I do have a problem with cumming too fast. Like I'm talking 1st nut in under 2 minutes usually and then it takes a while to get hard but once I do I'm usually solid. Idk if that's somewhat average or what, but it is more likely due to porn than weed I would think.

Does weed mess with your stamina or cause ED? I know cigarettes can and I still smoke those. I've never performed well until after the 2nd nut. Now that we are on the subject the dreams where I would be having sex I'd never get my rocks off or even penetrate sometimes. Now I usually do. Maybe it has something to do with sex, but I am now ashamed at my shallow dreams

>>225
I didn't realise that was a screenshot from tumblr………

>>225
It's alright anon we won't tell anyone

Weed kills dreams. Hell, it's one of the reasons I want to stop because I haven't had a good dream in a while.

I used to have really vivid dreams, sometimes it would be almost like a movie. Other times I would get weird geometric things or odd colors like a screen saver. Nowadays, nothing. It's pretty sad.

I knew I was in a bar on the west end of town because I'd been in it before. My dreamworld is incredibly stable, and back when I kept a more serious dream journal, I even went as far as to map out the layout of the local towns as my dreams filtered them, as well as maps of the same towns – they are quite divergent from what these places are IRL, but given how stable they were, over the years I've learned where everything is and how to get around, one of the reasons I no longer keep a stringent dream record, it's all fairly well developed in my head. It's afternoon and I begin to head eastward, walking down main, enjoying the scenery as I go, intending to see if one of my old oneitis girls is where I expect her to be. IRL I'm not particularly susceptible to oneitis at this point but, hey, it's a dream, and I can get in some pleasant feels while I'm here. In the continuity of my dreamworld (so continuous that when I was young I'd go to sleep and the dream would pick up where it left off on the night before), she's working for her family at a consignment shop but IRL she's a dental assistant with a kid married to an utter choad. In any case, she was there, as expected, and I made some small talk, asked if she wanted to go for a walk, etc. I make a point not to head north, as in the dreamscape that area of town is kind of weird, full of odd disappearances, lights in the sky, monster sightings (bigfoot and the like). She says sure, but first she wants to grab her little jackass yippie dog. So we start going back toward the west, past the high school which lets out some kind of dance and we make small talk with the siblings of people our age. We cut south toward her street and we get her dog. The sun is starting to get low in the horizon.

>>229
I hit suggest an alleyway now that we've got her mutt, and there's a fuckin' bobcat rooting around in the garbage. It sees us and immediately charges. It jumps, but low, low enough for me to start kicking at it. The thing latches on and starts biting and digging into my foot and lower leg. Luckily I'm able to kick the things head in after a bit of struggle, and I'm bleeding everywhere, she and the dog are flipping shit. I examine myself and while some of the wounds on my leg and foot are deep, no major arteries or veins have been punctured. I take off the button down I was wearing over my tshirt and tear it up to wrap the worst of the wounds, assure her I'm fine despite all the blood and we keep walking. This is when things get truly fucky.

We round out of the alleyway and I start to draw near a house which while fundamentally different from IRL, I understand to be a location that I knew to be haunted when I was young. I had friends that had lived in it and they relate that it had secret doors and hallways that you could access from cupboards and the like. Oneitis asks if I know who's living there now, and I reply yes. Now, I'd fundamentally avoided this spot in previous dreams as my weird dreams are weird enough without me going out of my way (for example chasing ufos under a very alien sky with more stars, different constellations, and visible gas giants, while tracking through utterly remote and rural areas full of backwater incestuous Lovecraftian families, you know, the usual). Anyhow, I said I knew who lived there, and did; I'd intuited it's the residence of one of my particularly bitter IRL enemies now. We start to draw near, and it's a three story brick affair, with boarded windows and large, like, garage style metal entrances that were closed. Now, this enemy of mine needs a bit of backstory but I'm wondering how to phrase things to preserve privacy. IRL I'm an initiate of Aleister Crowley's quasi-Freemasonic irregular occult fraternity Ordo Templi Orientis. Through this organization I'd met a dude who isn't a member but associates with a lot of people in it, and he's bad fucking news. All I can say is many, many years ago he was involved in a crime that got national, and probably international attention, and it involved a young child. I've been avoiding this guy IRL for a long time. He's scum.

>>230
So she gets nervous and starts telling me that people have started vanishing around town, and they heard weird shit coming from this place at night. That's when all hell breaks loose. The boarded windows shatter, wood and glass, which rains down on us. The vines crawling up it start to snake about. There are people inside, many people. The interior looks like something like an Elizabethan castle owned by a highly educated man – books, candle lighting, the whole nine yards. Maybe five or six people are visible, and each of them comes out of a window and literally levitates down to the ground. At this point people have started to come out of their houses to see what all the fuss is about; all of these folks look alike, and my enemy seems a number of years younger. They're all wearing somewhat modified regalia of the Cryptic Rite and Templar degrees of the York Rite. They begin performing a ritual which I could only construe as some sort of initiation for my foe, though as people start to gather around and yell I can't make out what's being said. My foe rises up a few feet off the ground and people start to back away, and in a flash of light both he and the members of his family vanish in a burst of light. The gathered crowd doesn't take kindly to this and starts to pelt the house with stones and whatever else they can find. It busts open one of the garage door looking enterences and inside I can see what looks like a gift shop, of all things, holding “God's Eyes” or those yarn things some of you may have made in church as a child, but which are actually a Native American (Specifically Huichol) convention used to mark and amplify zones of mystical power.

>>231
So, the crowd gets bored and disperses and my oneitis is utterly confused at this point, but I'm starting to think that I can use this time travel method to go forward, gather info about what the fuck just happened, and try to limit whatever sort of influence this dream version of my foe can have on the dreamscape. I tell her to run home and not come back to this place. We part ways and I start to jog back to the west end of town back to the bar. Unfortunately, as I'm sitting in the chair of the arcade game, I can't get the damn thing to work, and wonder if maybe it has to do with the make and model, year released or something like that. As I frantically try to replicate the sequence needed to initiate time travel, people start texing my IRL phone and I snap awake.